"May I help you?" she asked. She flashed a dazzling smile.
"You're a lucky girl," said Roger. "It just so happens you can help me. We'll have dinner together—just the two of us—and then we'll go to the stereos. After which we'll—"
The girl shook her head sadly. "I can see your friend's got a bad case of rocket shock," she said to Tom.
"That's right," Tom admitted. "But if you'll give us a triple room, we'll make sure he doesn't disturb anybody."
"Ah," said Roger, "go blow your jets!"
"I have a nice selection of rooms here on photo-slides if you'd care to look at them," the girl suggested.
"How many rooms in this hotel, Beautiful?" asked Roger.
"Nearly two thousand," answered the girl.
"And you have photo-slides of all two thousand?"
"Why, yes," answered the girl. "Why do you ask?"